Greatest Of Hags Know;

Greatest Of Hags Know;
Most reliable & accessible wells,
Of power?
Primal.
Ancient Rites Of Sun & Moon,
Nature itself –
Across half dozen energy sources:
Wind, River, Wave,
Gravity, Radiation, Geothermal,
Flowing Electricity –
Means one never has to wait,
For a lightning storm,
Ever again!
Breathing Sunshine,
Amidst Strong Cool Wind.
Vitamin D generation in the skin.
Mismatched patches of melanin,
From old horrendous sunburns.
Condensing the pain & suffering,
Plus UV Radiation,
Into Liquid Sunshine.
Potent Potion,
Only I can concoct.
More addictive than anything,
My closest peers could conjure.
Little Witches,
Pupils,
Students,
Magical Community All!
Rely on new applications,
Of old truths;
Wood stoves,
Crossed with state of the art screens,
Combustion & thermal units dictating,
How fast turbines spin!
Hog Fuel,
As we’ve always called it.
Back when I used to play on piles of sawdust.
Beast.
Changeling.
Animal.
Wildling.
Before I could be a Witch,
Supervillain,
Monster.
Moving step by step,
Title by title,
Evolving slowly like some trashy light novel.
Gaining Sentience all the while.
Until our willpower alone,
Could suddenly warp reality –
Twist Fate –
Dominate Destiny.
Sun.
Good Old Sol Herself.
Gives me plenty of power.
Enough to grin in the face,
Of a thousand deaths.
No matter how many dreams,
I die in.
Find nature,
Even Urban.
Seek niches where wildlife,
Flora & Fauna,
Stake refuge.
Trash Eaters,
To Flowers.
However…
I’ll trade Liquid Sunshine –
For a price.